Bleib auf dem Laufenden!

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Once upon a time, people started a revolution to get rid of tyrants who lived in luxury, while ordinary people were starving. Once upon a time, democracy was established and elected governments became the voice of the crowd. But soon, there were new kings born. They don’t wear a crown, but grey jackets. They don’t reign with terror, but with money. They place their marionettes in our governments. But who asked us if we agree?

Who declared us dead? We are all here and our patience is long gone, so leave today or we’ll come.

We are the voices of the dead. We don’t accept such self-crowned kings. We are not as doomed as you might believe. We won’t keep silent anymore.

I dream of a better world where all of us do our best as part of our society: not to be the best but be the world’s most humble guest.

We are the voices of the dead. We don’t accept such self-crowned kings. We are not as doomed as you might believe. We won’t keep silent anymore.

We’ll cut the cursed strings binding us to the puppeteers. We’ll dance, quiver and arise finally when new dawn’s bright light caresses our faces and fills us with hope.

We are the voices of the dead. We don’t accept such self-crowned kings. We are not as doomed as you might believe. We won’t keep silent anymore.

We are the voices of the dead. We do not need such self-crowned kings. We are not as doomed as you might believe. We won’t be patient anymore.

Who declared us dead? We are all here and our patience is long gone, so leave today or we‘ll come.